Early Sunday morning

From Walden Pond.
"After a still winter night I awoke with the impression that some question had been put to me, which I had been endeavoring in vain to answer in my sleep, as what - how - when - and where?
But there was dawning nature, in whome all creatures live, looking in at my broad windows with serene and satisfied face, and no questions on her lips. I awoke to an answered question, to nature and daylight. The snow lying deep on the earth dotted with young pines, and the very slope of the hill on which my house is placed seemed to say 'Forward'."

- Henry David thoreau